Chapter 22: Wedded Love
With the new mixed-race residents now sworn to uphold and obey Setsuna laws and their injuries seen to, they'd bathed and been given new clothing, then been fed and shuffled off into quarters in the guest wing of the palace. It was empty at this time, leaving plenty of room for them until the other mixed race villagers could be contacted by Yozei and the new village be built and ready for occupancy. They had decided on a place that lay basically in between the Summer and Winter palaces, as that would be the most protected area for a group of people that would take time to be accepted by the mainstream villages and towns that existed in Setsuna.
Hiraku would soon have a proclamation drawn up to be posted in every village and town on his lands – attack or otherwise hassle the residents of the new village, and the consequences would be swift and severe.
Finally, the hour grew late and knowing glances were sent the newly wedded couple's way by Hiraku and Ichirou both – to Izayoi's sudden embarrassment. The interruption of the celebration's final hours by the arrival of the survivors of the massacre and her father's man had put her own pending encounter with her new husband out of her mind – and the looks her father and brother were sending an abruptly impatient Touga were very disconcerting for the new bride. That they – and everyone else in the palace, incidentally - knew what she and Touga would soon be doing was... extremely uncomfortable.
She could only be thankful that they would be staying in her rooms, a larger and brand new futon having been moved in by the servants while the celebration was taking place, as had Touga's few personal items along with a few extra storage chests. The several low tansu fit just fine against the wall next to hers, and the only thing he would need to retrieve from his former room himself was Sou'unga and his other weapons, which no one else could touch.
It was her father that precipitated the end of the evening by standing; motioning for Ichirou to do the same, he clasped Touga's arm. "This has been a day I am pleased has finally arrived, and now I may say welcome to the family, Touga. It has been a long time coming."
Touga clapped Hiraku on the back, smiling over his shoulder at Ichirou and then back at Hiraku. "Indeed, and I am also pleased to be able to call you and Ichirou family. It certainly has been a long time coming, and what we have worked toward is now finally coming to fruition. May what we have started here shape the rest of our world for the better."
Hiraku nodded and then he and Ichirou made their excuses, heading for their own rooms, and at least in Ichirou's case, his own fairly new wife. With their absence Izayoi found her tongue tied, and blushed as he looked at her, her eyes dropping, unable to hold his.
Her new husband couldn't help the besotted smile that crossed his face; there was no one else to see it, after all, and it expressed what he was – in love with his little bride and quite eager to consummate the marriage. But he knew she was like every other virgin out there – even though she knew what was to come, unlike most other young women, she was still very nervous; actually, the knowledge made her almost more nervous for it.
He reached out and took her cold little hands and rubbed them, smiling down at her sable crown. "Come, my love, do not be so nervous. Why do you not retire to our rooms and change out of that beautiful kimono into a sleeping yukata, whilst I go retrieve that damn devil sword and my others? I am sure you are ready to relax after such a long day."
She couldn't do any more than nod, though inwardly she was thinking, I don't think I'm going to be relaxing anytime soon, Touga, rather tartly. It was certain that sleep was nowhere on his mind, and neither was relaxing. No, what he wanted to do took a lot of energy, and she decided it was a good thing she was so keyed up, because if she did let herself relax as he was saying she'd fall straight to sleep. Her new husband, knowing quite well what she was thinking had to try very hard not to laugh.
He didn't want to spend his wedding night sleeping outside, after all.
He escorted her through the sleepy and softly-lit halls of the palace to the family wing, then separated from her with a swift kiss as she went into what would now always be their rooms and he continued on to the rooms he'd slept in since his arrival in Setsuna. Eager and as excited as a young pup, he forced himself to calm down as he took his weapons up and began walking back to the rooms he would now share with his wife whenever they were visiting in the summer. He had not really seen what either of the rooms looked like, the sleeping room and slightly smaller private sitting room beside it and separated by a moveable fusuma.
Arriving at the door to the room, he took a deep breath and took firm control of his eagerness. He was no young pup with his first rut, however he felt at the moment; he was a mature and experienced adult with his bride – his new wife, who he loved more than he'd ever thought possible. He didn't want to add to her nervousness and fear of what was to come by rushing her in his eagerness.
Once he'd regained his calm he slid the door open and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him as he deliberately kept himself from looking directly at her for the moment, instead looking around the room for the first time. He was pleased; while it was slightly more feminine, that did not bother him, as her style seemed to match his very well. The room was simple, with clean lines and relaxing colors. He was feeling quite comfortable already.
"Is there somewhere you would prefer I put my weapons, my love?" he asked, finally looking over at his nervous wife, who stood towards the back of the room dressed in a thin silk yukata. He had to viciously clamp down on himself and throttle the growl that threatened to fill the room as he awaited her reply at the way it molded to her slender frame.
"Uhm..." she looked around for a moment, her face blank as his conversational gambit took her by surprise, "do you want them in here, or would they be okay in the sitting room?" she gestured into the other room, and he walked over to the fusuma and slid it open.
It was done in much the same colors, just in more muted tones, and there was an empty standing shelf that would work quite well for the swords, with a low shelf and a higher one above it. "Hm, I think this will be perfect for the beautiful stand you readied for my swords after I arrived." The higher shelf was empty, though the lower shelf held her bow. The height was as if it was made to hold his swords; some people would not even be able to reach his weapons, even were they not shielded. He set his shield after arranging the weapons to his liking, and then she whispered something and her translucent, vaguely pink barrier shimmered into life around his.
"It looks good, like that," she finally offered, a shy, uncertain smile on her face and a rosy flush decorating the beautiful, fine bones of her face. Every inch of her looked delicate and feminine, as though she would break if a stiff wind blew over her. But he had learned just how strong she really was over the weeks he'd been here, despite her deceptively tiny person.
"It does," he agreed, then said with a sigh, "I suppose I will change for the night. I would enjoy something loose and cool in this heat." He moved back into the sleeping room, and going over to one of the tansu holding his thin silk sleeping hakama and yukata, he took them out and began to change. He noticed with soft affection that Izayoi had turned away with a deep flush to go over and open the shoji into the garden just a little, then sit on a plump cushion near the opening to enjoy the cool night breeze as it slipped in the door – all while carefully not looking his way.
Leaving off the yukata he slipped on the hakama, and tying them loosely, walked softly over to slide the shoji open all the way, breathing in deeply as the deliciously cool air slid almost erotically over his bare and very sensitive skin. Taking note of his wife's seeming inability to look at him, he sighed lightly again and sat down behind her, pulling her stiff and frightened form to him. He knew that she loved him and that she wanted him, but she was untouched and was afraid of what she'd never felt before. He would have to soothe her, gentle her fear until she was relaxed and receptive to the pleasure he longed to give her.
Tucking her into his lap and forcibly relaxing himself, he smiled and said softly, "Do you remember my first day here, when we were speaking in the garden and I put up a sound-proof barrier?" he said after a moment's thought on how to relax her and drown the fear she was feeling.
The topic seemingly surprised her, but it also did what he'd hoped it would, her tense frame immediately relaxing as she smiled up at him, a little perplexed at what he was getting at. "Aa," she said slowly, her voice questioning.
He smiled back at her. "Would you like me to show you how I did that?"
"Uhm, okay," she said, her voice still perplexed, but amused with it.
"Then close your eyes, my love, and clear your mind." When she indicated that she was ready, he said, "Create your barrier, oh, say, around our room, just on the inside of the walls." As he felt her power wash over him leaving him warm and tingling, every bit of his skin sensitized in a way he'd never felt, he said, almost breathlessly from the unexpected sensation, "now, simply imagine the sound hitting that barrier and bouncing back, not being able to penetrate through your energy to escape the room's boundaries."
It was immediately evident when she had succeeded, though he was intrigued when her barrier seemed to function differently than his. Most sound-proof barriers that he had seen, and even his own created a little bit of an echo as the sound bounced back from the barrier it was hitting against, like he'd told her to imagine. The effect could be very loud, and so most that could create such barriers learned to accompany such a barrier with a small spell to muffle the echo sound. Izayoi's barrier seemed not to be solid as his was, but rather soft, as though it absorbed the sound as a piece of cloth absorbed water. It was different, but he liked the effect better because there wasn't that somewhat annoying under echo at all, and sound within the dome seemed as normal as it did outside it. He was surprised.
"I'm impressed, Izayoi," he smiled down at her, his pride shining in his eyes. "Your barrier is different – but I find I prefer it, as it doesn't have that echoing property that every other sound-proof barrier I've ever come across does. You'll have to explain how you did that some time."
It was then that she realized what he'd been doing in showing her how to create that barrier - he'd been calming her down and also taking care of one of her unspoken embarrassments; thin rice paper walls. While her rooms were a bit away from the others, still, loud enough sounds could still be heard and it was bad enough that everyone knew what they would be doing this night – she definitely didn't want to chance anyone hearing them. She couldn't help the smile that crossed her face accompanied by the rosy cheeks of another blush. I've been doing a lot of that today, she thought to herself.
Touga couldn't help but to kiss her when that lovely smile of appreciation lit her face; that was when he knew that she'd caught on to what he'd been doing, teaching her to put up a barrier. Sure, he could have done it himself to give her the privacy she so wanted, but teaching her to do it had helped to calm her, too.
The exercise had served a double purpose, she recognized, but now it was time to set it from her mind. It was time to give herself to her new husband.
She bucked up her courage while enjoying the soft kiss that quickly became something much deeper, and when he pulled away to allow them both to breathe she slipped out of his lap with a shy smile and walked over to kneel on the futon. She looked over and took in his bemused expression and lit him on fire with her gentle scent of arousal as she took in his unclothed upper body. After a few moments of looking at him, her lashes fell to shadow her cheeks. "I await your pleasure, my Lord," she breathed softly.
For a moment, he froze; it seemed as though he'd been waiting forever to hear those words and he could never have imagined how good they would sound when he finally did. Bemused and bewitched, he stood and moved over to the futon, kneeling across from her and pausing to just look at her for a few moments. He wanted to remember this moment – the moment when she surrendered her body to his love and attentions as she'd surrendered herself to his care with her vows during their wedding. She was his, now; but for just a short time longer her innocence would remain, and he wished to savor it.
Finally, just as she was about to ask him what was wrong, he smiled at her and held out his hand. "Come to me, Izayoi, my love. It is time to combine ourselves as our lives and even our powers already have been."
She blinked at that reminder of what had happened that morning during the wedding, and even as she put her hand in his she looked up at him with curiosity. "Did you know that would happen, Touga?" she asked softly.
He paused in pulling her slowly towards him to answer her, his own brow furrowed as he thought over the morning's display of their supernatural strength rising above the gathering and combining for all to see. "No, as a matter of fact I did not."
Surprised, she tilted her head and a bewildered Izayoi peered up at him. "No? You didn't know about that?"
At that question, he chuckled and completed his move, wrapping his arms around her waist as she looked up at him, settled easily in his lap. "No, my love. I do not know everything; after all, there has never been a miko of your power who wed and truly combined her life force with her youkai husband, let alone one with the strength that I carry. We are a first in so many ways, sweet Izayoi." His heart melted at the quietly adoring look on her face and he hesitated, then said, "Though your dreams have told you that the Shikon no Tama sent you here as a curse, I can only see it as a blessing – I believe that bringing you to me is the only good thing that evil bauble has ever done. But no matter what happens from this day forward, I will never regret meeting you or loving you. Even were our lives to be shortened, I would still count myself blessed for being given any amount of time with you – to love you, and be loved by you."
Tears welled up in Izayoi's eyes, and in that moment, had anyone that had known Kagome seen her, they would have seen Kagome in her gaze, for his words healed so much of the hurt she'd suffered for so long. As Izayoi remembered once again that time inside the jewel before she had lost that body and her memory had gone dark, his words washed away the anguish she'd felt at being forced to be the one to bear the burden of the Shikon no Tama. In that instant of time inside the jewel before she'd been torn away from yet another life and cast further back into the past, Kikyou had surged into her mind and for the first time since Kagome had fallen down the well the two women were one in their bitterness towards the kami and the jewel. They had both lost everything, and it seemed to them that the kami had to hate their soul to have bound them so strongly to a hateful and malicious force that had destroyed so many lives, and theirs twice; but in the instant that Touga spoke those words to her, her heart was eased... and that included every part of it that had suffered first as Kikyou, and then as Kagome. The words the jewel had spoken were made true in that few seconds, for he was indeed a love above any other love for her – for all of her. Her soul finally, finally knew peace, and for the love that he was giving her, the love that had healed her, she would worship him forever.
But for all of the emotion, the feelings he had dragged from her with the love he was offering she was too choked to speak, tears the only voice she had.
To Touga, it was enough. She had told him of those times as Kagome, what she remembered of it, anyway, for there were still great holes in her memory of her true self; and though he hadn't truly experienced it, still, the emptiness and loneliness that the duty that the kami had thrust onto her soul had caused was something that she spoke of so eloquently that he could imagine just what this day, and the love that they had found between them, meant to her. And so he simply held her to him as she cried, only too happy to give her the means to heal what duty had darkened of her soul. If he could have, he would have taken her burden from her and carried it himself, for he never wanted her to ever suffer an instant's pain or sadness again. Not for herself, and not for anyone else, either.
He knew full well that the nightmares of her past weren't the only ones haunting her; she had told him of the dreams of the young woman and her doomed child, and of the other little girl, as well. He hoped to be able to soothe them from her mind now, being able to sleep with her and having access to her when she was dreaming would allow his youki energy to flow over and calm her. It would only work between those who trusted each other, but he knew that was not an issue – she trusted him completely, as he did her.
After a little while the sweet, soothing thrumming he was doing calmed her, and Izayoi finally smiled against his skin, breathing in and realizing that he smelled the same in human form as he did in true form. Pulling away to look at him, she smiled wider, her tears finally drying as the emotion she had released lifted so much pressure from her. She felt light, happy, almost weightless for the first time that she could remember. She no longer had to bear it all alone...
"You are eased, my little love?" Touga asked softly.
"Yes. You make it all better," she answered immediately, a soft, intimate expression on her face for him; she reached up and ran a finger across his cheek tenderly.
"I do?" he questioned, brow in his bangs, wondering what he'd done. Sure, he'd purred to her and held her, but surely that wasn't enough to calm the storm of emotion and the heaviness of such responsibility as that which lay on her shoulders.
"Just by being yourself and being there for me when I need to get it all out, as you just did." Her smile turned rather shy. "Just your presence is more comfort than I think you'll ever know. Because I know you won't make me face what's to come all alone. I can face anything as long as you're with me."
"Then you will never have to fear anything, as I will always be with you," he returned, smiling down at her. He found himself caught in the intensity of her gaze and he stared down at her as her hand fell back to lay against his shoulder, his smile dying as he watched her. The feeling in the room changed, as comfort began to turn to something else – something deeper.
"Izayoi," he murmured huskily, his gaze dropping from her eyes finally to land on her lips; without another thought he lowered his head and his gaze dropped to half mast as his lips closed over hers. Izayoi's eyes fell closed as he touched her lips but she didn't make him work for it, opening trustingly to him and going weak as he kissed her. Touga wasted no time in going deep, tilting his head to take the kiss as deep as it could possibly go with a groan of pleasure breaking free at her taste. His little wife pulled away and gasped for breath after several long moments, but Touga was having none of that and pulled her back with an impossibly deep growl and plundered her again. This was it; nothing would be able to stop what was about to happen again. It was time.
Hands clenched tightly on her husband's shoulders, Izayoi felt dizzy, as though she were going to pass out from his possession of her mouth. He did something with his fangs and her lower lip that had the edges of her vision going dark, her hands spasming and her whole body shivering with want at the feel of it.
Touga couldn't help himself; he absolutely reveled in her sweet taste and shyly passionate response to him. Still growling, he ran the tip of his tongue over her palette, his growl turning to a purr as she hummed deep in her throat and followed his tongue back into his mouth, running hers over his fangs with fascination.
Again she pulled away needing air, but Touga did not pause in his exploration, because she was his now and he could finally take her body, drown her in pleasure and satisfy his blood – the youkai blood that had so craved her for what seemed such a long time. And so he nipped at her lips, then soothed them with an erotic pass with the tip of his tongue. When she moaned, he growled again, encouragingly, and nipped his way across the delicate line of her jaw to the soft, rounded little ear that proclaimed her human status.
When he reached it he tugged at the fleshy lobe with his fangs, then licked at it and purred, pleased, when she shuddered and inhaled on a gasped, "Please, Touga," her tone openly pleading with him to give her more pleasure – to take what she was offering, which was nothing less than everything that she was or would ever be.
As if he would ever turn her away.
"What is it you wish, my love?" he murmured in return as he continued his exploration, using his fangs as he made his way down the chord of muscle that was exposed as her head fell back and she turned her face away, opening her neck. Submitting to him.
His demon blood surged at the sight and he snarled lightly, accepting her invitation and taking a good bite of the most soft flesh he'd ever touched. He didn't break skin, but he definitely marked the delicate flesh and she jumped a little, arching into him.
Izayoi was barely aware of his question or his hands as they came up and wrapped lightly around her proffered neck, or even when he slid them down, parting the yukata she was wearing as his plundering mouth followed his hands. She was so busy concentrating on the feelings that he was evoking in her that her earlier nervousness, her fear, was completely gone. All she felt was want, passion, desire. Need. Desperate need.
Her mind was hazy and dazed at what was happening to her, unable to understand the sudden desperation to feel him joined with her, taking her body over from the inside out. The eroticism, the openness of the thought made her blush, but she couldn't regret it or hide from the desire. She allowed her hands to begin to pick at the knot holding his hakama up, embarrassed at the thought of seeing him naked, but too hot and needy and her body too swollen inside to truly care – she needed him, and she needed him without his clothes.
Touga was just as hot, just as needy; he wasn't, however, embarrassed at all. He'd been waiting for so long to have her to himself, to hold her and love her – to take her body. To see her body without clothing, open to him and wanting him. He knew exactly what he wanted from her and how to go about getting it – and the tie on her yukata was nowhere near as knotted as the one on his hakama, and so it was little surprise that he had hers open and off first...
And he stared.
Izayoi stilled, realizing that she was nude and that he was looking, but all embarrassment had disappeared in the awe of watching his reaction to her. He was trembling, his eyes slowly going crimson as his eyes ran over her heatedly and his gaze was so strong on her she could almost feel it as though he were actually touching her. His breaths came in pants and she watched, fascinated and unable to understand how she could effect him so much as his hands clenched. He growled low in his chest, and it became clear from the fierce shivering of his body that he was fighting for control.
He's really fighting himself! she thought, her own body answering his and trembling, as well. I didn't think it would be like this... "I thought you would be calmer," she whispered as he reached for her, shaking hands closing gently around her arms as he pulled her into him, then sliding down around her waist, only to slide down again over skin that was softer than silk to cup her rear and pull her even closer into him.
"Does this feel as if I am calm?" he rasped, pressing his burning, hardened flesh into her thigh; the wave of heat and desperation that washed over her shocked body and mind sent her backwards as her knees gave way, and though he slowed her descent he didn't stop it. Both of them came to rest, her on her back on the futon and he atop her, his eyes feral and fierce. Without waiting for an answer he plundered her sweet lips again, rendering her unable to answer, unable to think, unable to even exist outside this moment between them.
Shuddering, Izayoi cried out and arched into him as his hand found her high, up-tilted breasts, the nipples set in such a way as to make them look pouty; when he pulled away from the kiss to allow her to breathe he looked down and another growl rolled from his chest – he had never seen such pretty, rosy, tiny nipples before, and without thought he lowered his head and closed his hot mouth over one, his hand still caressing the other.
A keening cry pierced the air around them and Touga suckled harder at the sound of it, his manhood stiffening and growing even more, so hard now that he thought he was going to explode. He had never felt desire this harsh, painful, or poignant ever before. He never would again, either, for any other and he knew it – she was his other, just like his mother had told him that he would one day find.
He would never forget the day she had told him of his other, telling him about how he would just know, how his body, mind, and soul would respond to her unlike he would to any other being. He'd asked her why some youkai seemed so much more than happy with their partners, while others were miserable, and yet others seemed indifferent. And so she had told him of a person's other – the part of each person missing due to a curse by the oldest gods – the ones that had originally created all. They were the forefathers of the kami, and when they had been overthrown they had cursed their children and their children's children and even all of their creations to wander, forever missing half of themselves unless lucky enough to not only find each other, but realize who the other was, as well.
He would never doubt that Izayoi was his. While he had never been promiscuous, he was no virgin, obviously. But though he'd bred Satori to gain himself an heir, there hadn't been many others, simply because the act had seemed so oddly empty to him. Even getting himself an heir had been a duty, nothing more, and one he hadn't really enjoyed at all. He'd almost been unable to perform. This... was anything but. He literally wished he could truly recombine them, be so deep within her that they would never be parted again. It hurt him in strange ways to know that it couldn't be, that because of that curse (if his mother was right, and he didn't doubt that she was) they would always be apart, except for the times he could take her and feel her body cradling his within it.
"T-touga," she whimpered, begging him for something, though she didn't know what. Sanity, maybe, or... more of what he was doing to her. In desperation, her hands that had been clasped tightly around his upper arms began to move – she needed to feel him, to feel all of him. "Touga," she repeated, her voice a bare whisper. She ran her hands down his shoulders, her eyes following; enchanted by the slashes of color in his skin, she blinked, stunned as they lengthened, wrapping around his shoulders and stretching down his arms. Her eyes flashed up to meet his crimson ones, only then noting that the normal marks across his cheeks were also lengthening slightly, going more jagged than usual. "What..?" she began, too confused to know what, exactly, to ask.
"They grow and lengthen when my body is stirred, when desire comes upon me."
She blinked at him, then looked back down, her fingers following the jagged blue marks as they writhed beneath her touch. "They are so beautiful, just like the rest of you," she finally said deeply, as though it were wrenched from the bottom of her soul. "So beautiful," she murmured again, then reached up and nipped the deep blue marked skin, following after with an open-mouthed kiss that made him shudder above her as his head dropped back and he groaned in pleasure. He tastes so good, so clean, like a pristine, untouched spring. Captivated, she continued kissing and licking him, moving from tinted flesh to unmarked skin without care. He tasted just as good, no matter where she tasted him. But when she reached a tight male nipple and bit down, he snarled and forced her hands away and her head back down as he took over again, his mouth plundering her breasts as his hands skimmed over other bounties.
He could only be supremely glad in his hazy mind that his hands were so large; he was able to touch so much at once as he slid his hands down her sides and over the bewitching curves of her hips. Her skin was so soft and delicate that he was astounded at how resilient it also was. So much like she, herself. Gods, he wanted her. He surged upward and took her lips again.
She surrendered to his possession of her mouth, responding fiercely with everything within her.
His kiss was wild and hungry; in some ways it was almost more than she could bear. But she took it, took him and relished in the taking, allowing him to plunder everything that she was. Allowing him to own her. And he answered her surrender with brutal satisfaction, in the same way giving himself to her. This possession was, after all, mutual. They belonged solely to each other.
Izayoi whimpered as he kissed her so desperately; she could feel him grinding himself into her almost unknowingly, as though he could not help himself, and with a groan of deepest desire, she arched up into him, increasing the force he was pressed against her with. Her whole body shivered at that growl of desperation-laced desire, and his growl deepened impossibly in response to her reaction.
Touga had taken all he could. There was only one more thing he wanted to do in the little bit of time that her innocence would still exist; he needed to taste her as she had been upon her birth, sweet and unopened and untouched by any other.
And then he would take her, for she was already more than ready for him.
He grabbed her still exploring hands and moved them to her sides. "Keep them there for now," he ordered huskily, and Izayoi's eyes shifted down to his, though they were still dazed and unseeing. He knew that she'd heard him, however.
With her hands out of the way, he once more began kissing, licking, and nipping his way down her soft flesh, watching with pleasure as little red marks darkened the skin, small proclamations that she was his given without voice. "Mmm," he got out, little growls of pleasure making the hairs on her arm rise and gooseflesh ghost over her skin. "You taste so good, Izayoi. My little bride. Mine. Mine," his voice deepened and his chest rumbled almost threateningly on the last words. "I would kill anyone who tried to take you from me," he finished fiercely, the sound of his voice muffled against the skin just above her womanhood. The feeling of his breathe and lips teasing such sensitive flesh made her entire body shudder once more; his words did the same and she gasped at the liquid pleasure that dumped through her system as he nuzzled into her short curls. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes rounded with shock as he moved lower, pushing her legs apart almost roughly as the overwhelmingly strong scent of her arousal mixed with her male-chaste flesh drew him in like a bee to nectar.
"Touga, what are you-" her voice broke and she choked in shocked pleasure at the feel of his slightly rough tongue on her in a place that had never really been touched in such a manner; the only time she'd ever even touched herself there was to clean herself. Such a thing would never have occurred to her before; even though Kagome knew of such acts, her memories as Kagome had only started wakening the night before she'd met Touga, and so such things as giving yourself pleasure had never occurred to her until it was too late, because when it finally had she had wanted no touch in those places but his.
And now she was receiving just that, and the feel of it, while shocking, was so, so pleasurable that she couldn't even think straight.
Meanwhile, Touga had quite simply found the one place forbidden to youkai – heaven. Her scent had always struck him as perfection, nothing he could imagine could possibly smell any better than her. But now? Aroused, her scent was a million times more potent and he was completely drugged, blinded to anything but the scent and the taste of the woman beneath him. And he knew just what to do to make her scent spike even higher and send her over the edge in what he was almost positive would be her very first orgasm.
Feeling her husband's tongue against such sensitive, thin flesh had blown her mind – she didn't think anything could be any better. Until his mouth closed around a certain little bit of her that she quickly identified from her memories of Kagome as the one spot on her body with the most nerve endings – the most sensitive place on the outside of her body, anyway. That little knot of flesh rich with nerve endings hardened as he suckled it, and she arched into him, a scream catching in her throat and tears leaking from her eyes as her overwhelmed body suddenly began drowning in a pleasure she'd never even imagined could exist. Within moments her body, already arched and tensed unbearably, tightened even further, and she gasped as though she'd been shot before wailing in a bliss so deep it bordered on agony.
Grinning ferally, Touga took in everything she gave him as her body shuddered beneath him, her softly-scented pleasure tasting so sweet to him, the taste of her innocence the most amazing thing he'd ever known. He almost regretted knowing that it would soon change, that her innocence would be gone. And then he scoffed at himself as he pulled away from the body of his young wife as she collapsed back onto the bed, panting as though she'd just run miles. She would never truly lose her innocence, it was an indelible part of who she was, despite the fact that he was about to breach her maidenhead. She would be an innocent, but she would be all woman, too. She was truly a prize, for he had never known another like her in all his centuries. She was all he could ever want and as he made his way back up her still shivering body, kissing her quivering flesh softly and gentling her, he let her know that, telling her of his love between every kiss.
By the time he had made his way back up to her sweet face, she was crying weakly, her heart as open to him as it would ever be. It was now, this time, when their joining would be perfection, this time when both their souls were open to each other and the love that literally flowed through both of their veins, that he would bind her to him. That love was their life-blood, always and forever it would be what kept them alive and going for the rest of whatever lives were allotted to them. This... was perfection.
He leaned down and kissed her gently, then pulled back, and making sure she was aware of what he was saying, he said, "I am going to bind you to me as I told you I would, my love," his voice deep and husky with unspent passion.
Izayoi blinked; knowing that this was serious, she forced the haziness back. "H-how do you do that?" she asked, her own voice just as husky.
"I have to inject my youki straight into your heart. It strengthens your body to match mine. It won't hurt, but you must close your eyes and hold still. Can you do that?" he asked, his voice deadly serious; Izayoi's eyes widened at his tone, knowing this was it – this was what it all came down to. This was where he took her into forever and shared it with her – with her and no other.
She held his gaze with her own solemn one and nodded. "Hai." She said no more, but she didn't need to, everything he needed to see was there in her gaze.
"Then close your eyes and let me bind you to me, my Izayoi." Her eyes fell closed and her hearing heightened; she could hear the rustling as he moved, and then she felt something sink into the flesh of her left breast above her heart. Before she could even think, shock stilled her body as a deadly, poison-tipped claw sank into her heart, and then she felt... him.
It was him, all of him, and she could actually feel as his claw sank into her heart – but instead of pain and death sneaking up to claim her, she felt warmth as his youki sank into her heart, and from there spread through her veins with every beat of her heart. It made her tingle, his power flowing through her, and she could say in that moment exactly where every artery, vein, and capillary in her body was. Her entire circulatory system was soon bursting with his power, and she almost felt drunk with his essence within her.
After a while, she felt him pull his claw from within her, and lean down to lick the small, but deep puncture wound to clean and heal it. Her entire body was singing with his youki, and she no longer felt human. She felt... strong, as though her body was actually glowing with health and power was skipping and fizzing along her veins. It was incredible, and when he finally pulled away from the wound that didn't feel like any other wound she'd ever had to look at her, she felt his gaze like a physical touch.
"You can look at me, love," he said deeply, obviously overcome by what had just transpired. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, her blue eyes so dark with desire that they were almost black, and lock on his own darkened gaze. When their eyes met, she felt the impact all the way down to her soul. Forever now belonged to both of them.
She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down to her, her eyes warm and welcoming as she opened her body to him; she settled herself more comfortably and opened her thighs so that he could once more lay were he needed to be.
"I'm ready," she said softly, looking up at him and blushing softly at her knowledge of what was to come, and the feel of his heavy manhood laying across her mound. "I do not fear, though I know it will hurt."
His eyes softened at her words, and he smiled slightly, a pensive expression settling on his face for a moment as he ran a contemplative finger across her lip. "I think you will find that it is far less painful than you had thought it would be, little beloved." He chuckled a little at her confusion. "When I loved you below, you were numbed somewhat; my saliva can numb as well as heal. You will feel very little pain at all, if any. I could never wish to hurt you in any way, Izayoi – not even in this." He hesitated, then shook his head. "No... especially not in this."
Surprised, she nodded after a moment, though her cheeks maintained their color; she reflected distantly that they would be permanently marred so if she weren't careful. But right at that point she felt him shift and take hold of himself to guide himself into her, and widening her thighs as much as she could in welcome, she moaned as she felt him begin to slide within. Yes, he'd just told her there'd be little or no pain... but she hadn't realized the enormous pressure that she would feel as he slowly forged his way into her body. He was quite large, and she was small and petite; she would have to open up a great deal to make way for him.
He could not complain, however – it felt better than anything had ever felt as her warm, wet, lush body wrapped around him tighter than anything even his own great strength could have provided. He groaned, a sound that mixed with a whine as the immense tightness only increased as he slid within, but despite the fact that she was so tight, there was no resistance whatsoever. He had taken virgins before; Satori had been one before he had bred her, and even she had not been so tight. But there had been more resistance to his entry, and now he knew it was because she was doing just that. Resisting. It made him realize that he hadn't been the only one having a difficult time performing his duty, that she was, just as much, because her affections were already taken by another. He wondered, in a distant corner of his mind, how she had managed to make herself go through with it, but then the thought passed out of his mind as the continuation of his old one slid through; Izayoi was not resisting him at all because she wanted this, wanted him, just as desperately as he wanted her, despite her virginal status, so she was opening herself to him in ways that most females didn't to the male that ended up conquering their virginity. It probably only helped matters in this case that he had kept her from feeling the actual pain of penetration; most people fought against pain, tightening up, even though that was counterproductive and actually made the pain worse.
She responded to his sound of pleasure by wrapping her arms around him and pulling him as close to her as he could get, her own soft sounds of pleasure just so damn sexy that with another intense groan, as if he were in pain, he sank the rest of the way within her, her maidenhead parting before him as a veil in the wind and that was all the pain Izayoi felt – a slight, winking sting that disappeared almost as soon as it was felt. She didn't even have time to wince. She blinked, then, and took stock of what her body was telling her; she felt full, stuffed to the brim with him in a way that told her if he were any bigger, he wouldn't fit at all. But that fullness felt exquisite, and she blinked again as she realized that she could feel pleasure hovering just out of reach, just waiting for her to reach out and grasp it with both hands and pull it in.
So she did just that; looking up at her husband, she could see the strain on his face as he held still within her to allow her to adjust, and, her own eyes falling closed, she tightened her thighs and pushed up into him just a little, letting him know that it was okay to move – that she was okay.
Apparently it worked; Touga gasped explosively above her and relaxed his tense posture as he pressed into her and ground himself against her, his hips moving in a circular motion before he pulled out... and then sank within her again, and she cried out softly, tears leaking from between her clenched lids at the highly erotic, beautiful feel of him moving inside her. "Oh," she moaned, "oh... Touga," she whispered achingly. "Oh... is it always like this?" she managed to pant out as he settled into a slow, indolent rhythm, his hands not idle and his tongue lovingly cleaning her tears from heated cheeks.
Touga, his mind in a daze unlike it had ever been in before shook his head, the action more as though he were answering her question to himself, then managed to get out in a growly, deep voice, "It has never been like this before, but it will always be this way between us, Izayoi. Always."
She hummed and arched into him at a particularly delicious thrust, her blood flowing slowly through her body like thickened honey, and she could feel his energy rising within her in answer to her pleasure, stroking nerves within every part of her flesh just as he was stroking them physically with his own body in certain areas. It was so intense that she wondered hazily how a person could withstand this kind of pleasure with their mind intact – she felt as though her mind and body were about to fly apart, and he had only just started as he growled out to her, letting her know that this was only the beginning.
Slowly, oh, so achingly slowly he increased his pace, every so often giving that little twist of his hips, and each and every time it wrenched a moan from her and a growling groan from him. They were perfection together, even their sounds complimenting and enhancing the other's until they sounded like a symphony – a symphony made of the sounds of pleasure, sounds as old as time and the earth. And as the tempo increased, so did the sounds, until silence was chased from the room.
The still rather slow pace was finally more than she could stand, and Izayoi cried out, begging her beloved to go faster, to thrust harder, and eagerly, finally unable to hold back any further, Touga obliged with a great snarl, his head thrown back and his body thrusting mindlessly now, without any control as he raced her to the edge of ecstasy. She cried out just as mindlessly, her hips arched hard up into him so as not to miss a single beautiful inch of him.
It hit her between one second and the next; a startled scream wrenched from her that was suddenly cut off as she stiffened as her orgasm washed over her. Her husband was still thrusting madly, unable to stop even as she tightened up around him, holding him within her body. With a maddened howl, he came just after she did, her body's grip on him forcing his orgasm. It wasn't something that had ever happened to him before, and it was painfully, even agonizingly exquisite. His vision inverted, and he felt as though he would pass out for a few seconds as his body emptied into hers.
Izayoi was in no better shape, her body milking his for everything it could get and her orgasm so intense she actually did lose consciousness, her vision darkening slowly from the outside edges in as she felt him empty into her.
It was several seconds before she regained herself, doing so just as his orgasm finally ran its course and he collapsed above her. She watched him fall, panting, still dazed, and completely awed at what had just happened, her eyes falling closed again as she tried to regain her sanity. And though she felt completely drained, she wanted to do it again.
So did he.
Even as his head was still whirling with the aftermath of an orgasm unlike any he'd ever experienced, he was still hard within his new wife, his beloved and eternal bride. He raised his head from her shoulder where it had fallen in his post-coital bliss, and looked at her as his silver hair fanned down over her naked flesh, mixing with her black, a beautiful medley of moonlight and moonshadow.
After a moment of scanning her expression he smiled, her eyes fluttering open to look straight into his with a happy flush just as he looked at her, the softness in the deep center of her eyes tugging at his heart as she looked back up at him and smiled in return, still a little shy. His smile widened; her manner was so endearing, and he chuckled, the besotted expression from earlier in the evening returning to his face.
"Are you okay, my love? I did not hurt you?" His brow furrowed, then. "I was rather rough, was I not? I am so sorry... I have never had it happen that I lost all sense and cont-" he was halted abruptly by a gentle finger against his lips.
"I'm fine, Touga," Izayoi said softly. "You did not hurt me. I.." she trailed off, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked down, "I... it felt... better than I'd ever dreamed it would."
Reflexively, he pressed into her again, and her eyes widened as she felt him still hard within her. Breathlessly, she thought that perhaps she would be getting her wish to do it again sooner than she thought. Raising eyes that were hazing with a film of passion again to look at her husband, she smiled mistily. "Again?" she asked hopefully, and with narrowed eyes and rapidly heating desire, he nodded.
"Again. Only this time... I wish to try something different." That said, he pulsed his hips within her one more time making her moan, and then pulled from her, kneeling and pulling her up only to rearrange her on her knees before him. It took her a moment, but then some of her knowledge as Kagome kicked in and her eyes widened and she blushed deeply, squeaking as Touga instantly re-entered her body. She gasped at the feel of it; it felt completely different than their first bout – it was deeper. Rough and rapid, his touch excited her terribly and she rocked back into him in rhythm as his hands caressed her everywhere, eventually grasping her hips and pounding into her with alarming speed.
Faster this time than last she felt the build up, and her arms went weak and she fell forward, her hips still held up in his grip but the angle she was now on causing him to go deeper, and making her call his name in adoration-laced tones that only egged him on. Fervently, she chanted his name between cries of pleasure and was answered by his own pleasure sounds, just as before. And as she once more reached for the pinnacle with every bit of her strength, her husband managed to ground out that this was most definitely not over... the night was long and he would use all of it. By the time morn came, she would be too sore to walk and too tired to wake.
And as yet another orgasm washed over her, she knew he'd meant every word he'd said.
By the time morning came, she was completely unable to even move, just as he'd said...
But ecstatically happy for all that.
~oOo~
No one said a word the next morning when the newlyweds did not appear for breakfast, though the smiles were large. Hiraku's was bittersweet, however; his baby, his daughter was now a woman grown with a powerful husband to offset her own terrible and wonderful power.
It was the dawn of a new day – a day he'd known all along was coming, yet now it was here and his heart was sad. He would miss her when her husband inevitably led her away to face their destinies. As always, he kept his bearing, but all noted the slight sadness in his eyes and knew that he had begun counting down the days until the inevitable tides of life swept his daughter away. Ichirou, too, carried a sadness in his heart to know that soon his beloved sister would be gone, yet he couldn't keep the pride he felt in her great destiny from also shining from his eyes.
As the occupants of the palace waited for the newlyweds to join everyone again, fate, which was quiet for one last small bit of time, began to count down the sands until the summer's end...
… And the tides of war began.
~oOo~
A/N: Whew! That was a long ass wedding night, lol. Nine thousand words worth, taking away the little bit at the beginning about the end of the last chapter. I never thought I was going to get through this thing, either. But I hope it was enough to keep people interested.
Amber
Edited 11/12/13
